Tho' nothing in ourselves we are,
Through Him we fhun the finful fnare:
In ev'ry ftraight, his hand we fee;
And as our day our ftrength fhall be.

LXXX. Happiness of Saints departed.

HOW

WOW happy are the fouls above,
From fin and forrow free!

With JESUS they are now at rest,
And all his glory fee.

2 Worthy the LAMB, aloud they cry,
That brought us here to GoD:
In ceaseless hymns of praise they fhout
The merit of his blood.

3 Sweet gratitude infpires their fongs,
Ambitious to proclaim,

Before the FATHER's awful throne,
The honors of the LAMB.

With wond'ring joy they recollect
Their fears and dangers paft;
And bless the wisdom, pow'r, and love,
Which brought them fafe at last.
5 They follow the exalted LAMB,

Where'er they see him go;

And at the footstool of his grace

Their blood-bought crowns they throw.

6 LORD, let the merit of thy death, To me be likewife giv'n;

And I, with them, fhall fhout thy praife Through all the ftreets of heav'n.

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LXXXI. Preparation for Death."
REPARE me, O my GoD,
To stand before thy face;

PRE

Thy Spirit muft the work perform,
For it is all of grace.

In CHRIST'S Obedience cloath,
And wash me in his blood:
So fhall I lift my head with joy,
Among the fons of GOD.

3 My foul for refuge flys

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To him that dy'd for men;
Who gave himself a facrifice
To take away my fin.

Through him for perfect peace
Shall be my conftant pray'r;
For pardon, and fupplys of grace,
'Till GOD vouchfafe to hear.

Thou wilt my fins fubdue,

Thou wilt thy love make known;
The fpirit of my mind renew,.

And fave me in thy. SoN.

I fhall atteft thy pow'r,

I fhall thy goodness prove,

"Till my full foul can hold no more
Of Everlasting Love.

LXXXII. Let thy Prefence go with me.
DEATH cannot make my foul afraid,

If God be with me there:

Soft is the paffage through the shade,
And all the profpect fair....

2 Might I but climb to Pigal's top,
And view the promis'd land,
My foul would long her flesh to drop,
And pray for the command.

3 I would renounce my all below,
If my Creator bid;

And run, if I were call'd to go,
And die as Mofes did.

4 JESUS, the vifion of thy face

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Hath overpow'ring charms:
Scarce fhall I feel Death's cold embrace,
If CHRIST be in my arms.

Swift to the place of pure delight,
Where faints triumphant reign;
My foul fhall wing her joyful flight,
From forrow, fin, and pain.

There everlafting fpring abides,
And never-with'ring flow'rs:
Death, like a narrow stream, divides
This heav'nly land from our's.

Sweet fields, beyond the fwelling flood,
Stand drefs'd in living green:
So to the Jews old Canaan ftood,
While Jordan roll'd between.
O could I make my fears remove,
Thofe gloomy fears that rise;
And fee the Canaan, which I love,
With unbeclouded eyes!

Could I but climb where Mofes ftood,
And view the landscape o'er;

I

Not Death's dark vale, or icy flood,
Should fright me from the fhore.

10 Clafp'd in my heav'nly FATHER's arms,
I would forget to breathe;
And lofe my life amidst the charms
Of fo divine a death.

LXXXIII. GOD's Dominion and Decrees.

EEP filence, all created things,

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And wait your MAKER's nod!

My foul stands trembling, while fhe fings
The honors of her GOD.

2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown, Hang on his firm decree:

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He fits on no precarious throne,

Nor borrows leave to Be.

Chain'd to his throne a volume lies,

With all the fates of men:

With ev'ry angel's form and fize,
Drawn by th' Eternal Pen.

4 His Providence unfolds the Book,
And makes his counfels fhine:
Each op'ning leaf, and ev'ry stroke,
Fulfills fome deep defign.

5 Not Gabriel afks the reafon why,
Nor Gop the reafon gives:
Nor dare the firft-born feraphs pry
Between the folded leaves.

6 My God, I would not long to fee
My fate with curious eyes;
Known to thyfelf is thy decree,
Almighty and all-wife!

With anxious care let others prefs
To read their worldly fate;
I only for affurance with

Of my celestial ftate.

8 In thy fair Book of Life and Grace
O may I fee my name;

Recorded in fome humble place,
Beneath my LORD the LAMB!

LXXXIV. Part of the TE DEUM.

WE fing to Thee, thou Son of GOD,

Channel of life and grace!

We praise Thee, Son of Man, whose blood Redeem'd the chofen race.

2 Thee we acknowledge GoD and LORD,
Begot e'er time began':

Thou art by heav'n and earth ador'd,
Worthy o'er both to reign.

3 To Thee all angels cry aloud,
Through heav'n's extended coafts;
Hail, holy, holy, holy God

Of glory and of hofts!

4 The cherubim and feraphim,

Inceffant, fing to Thee:

The worlds, and all the pow'rs therein,
Adore thy majefty!